In search of the rust belt

We, me, the CTYRVB and the boy, went in search of edgelands, the LDN rust belt, to find an image, some decay, some entropy, something modern, and suitable, to go with the music, some beauty in the disaster, some magic, in the ordinary, the so ordinary, it is usually overlooked, and we looked, and we shot, and we talked, and it was actually a good time, in these lost places, but, in retrospect, even for us, it was, perhaps, a little too bleak, a little too little, a little too colourless, for what we are searching for, which is there, we just have to find it.